The police academy is my cat

Go back downstairs to the office.

Conan waved his hand to watch Okiya Subaru drive away, and saw that the door of Chunjing Flower Shop opposite was closed. It had been dark for a long time, and the lights on the second floor were not turned on, obviously no one was there.

"Strange, with Mr. Amuro's driving skills, they should come back before me."

After all, he was a little concerned, and Conan looked at the other side before going to sleep.

Spring Well Flower Shop is temporarily closed.

Conan, who got the news from Lan the next morning, was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with them not coming back late the night before.

After school in the afternoon, Conan sneaked to Poirot first, Azusa and Toru Amuro were there, there were many guests, and neither of them was idle.

He didn't find a chance to ask Toru Amuro, so he had to go back to the office upstairs.

Mori Kogoro went to play cards and hadn't come home yet. Lan and Yuanzi were sitting and chatting on the sofa. Seeing him come back, Yuanzi raised his hand and said, "Hey kid, school is over!"

Conan: I hate it!

Yuanzi ignored him, and continued to talk to Lan, "Then it's settled, Lan, I'll pick you up early on Saturday morning."

Lan responded with a smile.

Conan was a little curious about what Lan had promised Yuanzi. Lan, who had sent Yuanzi out, came back soon. Before she could ask, she heard her say, "Conan, Dad won't come back for dinner tonight. Let's go to Poirot for dinner."

Conan, who wanted to go to the security room to vent his breath, suddenly forgot what he wanted to ask her, turned around and opened the door: "Then let's go quickly, Sister Lan."

The two went downstairs and turned into Poirot. Lan ordered omelet rice, and Conan ordered the children's set meal.

Conan, who usually had to slander him, accepted it calmly today, and his eyes kept chasing Toru Amuro who was busy walking up and down in the store.

Toru Amuro noticed that he hesitated to speak.

While Lan went to the bathroom to refill Conan's glass of juice, he asked with a smile on his face, "What can I do for you, Conan?"

He smiled as kindly and gently as usual, treated customers carefully and patiently, and cooked well. He was Poirot's popular clerk, and many jk came here especially, and his popularity was very high.

Conan was about to speak, but was momentarily speechless when he saw Toru Amuro's face.

He always feels that Toru Amuro looks more sincere than usual today, and he enjoys the work of the waiter from the bottom of his heart, and the satisfaction and happiness that he devotes himself to seems to be able to infect everyone.

You are really an undercover police officer, not a waiter in a coffee shop, Mr. Amuro!

Conan slandered, but his face didn't show any clues, and he seemed to mention it unintentionally: "The Spring Well Flower Shop is closed today, does Brother Amuro know why?"

"Oh well, because Hanami went to Yokohama and Harui went back to his hometown, the flower shop is temporarily closed."

Mao Lilan felt a little regretful when she heard the words: "Miss Hanami is not here? Yuanzi said that she invited us to watch the college tennis finals on Saturday. She has a ticket from the organizer and said that she can invite us to go together. He Ye also said that she would come. .”

"You can ask Hanami, her schoolwork is very easy, and it seems that she went to Yokohama because of her part-time job."

"Well, then I'll call her later."

Lan didn't realize that something was wrong, and happily thanked Amuro for the useful information.

Conan noticed that Amuro Toru's name for Hanami had changed. Before yesterday, he still politely called her "Miss Hanami", and added a respectful name to Harui Hikaru. There was no mistake in the etiquette.

What happened yesterday, why did his relationship with the Chunjing brothers and sisters improve by leaps and bounds?

He still wanted to ask, when a crisp bell rang at the door, Toru Amuro didn't give him a chance to speak, and turned to the door and said, "Welcome."

A young man came in, with chestnut shattered hair, handsome appearance, and a warm smile. He chose a seat in front of the bar and sat down. After choosing carefully, he ordered a beef curry rice, a dessert and a cup of coffee, and then patiently waiting.

Since it was the peak time for dinner, there were not many seats in the store. He happened to be sitting on Conan's left, and Lan was further inside.

Conan was still thinking about the fact that the Harui brothers and sisters took Amuro Toru's car and walked in front last night, but they didn't come back until he was about to go to bed. However, the store was very busy, and Amuro Toru deliberately avoided him, but he never found a chance.

Inadvertently, Conan noticed that the boys around him turned their gazes to the opposite Chunjing Flower Shop from time to time.

While thinking about the strange behavior of the other party, a beautiful cake was placed in front of him, the triangular shape was cut out to reveal the green cake embryo inside, decorated with cream decorations and fresh fruits, it looked very delicious.

Toru Amuro said with a smile: "This is a new product tasting cake as a gift. I hope Conan can give me some advice after tasting it."

"Wow, it looks delicious!" Lan sighed in anticipation.

Conan looked at the cake, then at Toru Amuro, and for some reason had a bad premonition.But the cooking level of the other party is obvious to all, so it should be... no problem, right?

he thought uncertainly.

"Is the color of this cake matcha-flavored?" The chestnut-haired boy next to him seemed very interested.

Toru Amuro kept smiling: "The color looks similar, but it's not. This is my new researched taste - celery cake, with fresh celery juice added to the cake embryo. It not only looks delicious, but also tastes healthy oh."

"celery……"

"cake?"

Conan and Lan suddenly froze in place. Just now, they felt that the delicate and delicious cake suddenly exuded an ominous black aura.

I should be able to refuse, Conan swallowed, looking at Toru Amuro with a hint of prayer in his eyes.

Is this thing really edible?Although it doesn't look that different.

As if he couldn't understand his expression, Amuro Toru pretended to be surprised and said, "Don't you like Conan? I heard from the children that the graduate student who lived next to Dr. Ali's house often made strange dishes for you, so I thought you The taste is quite unique, I will definitely like the celery cake."

Conan: "..."

He didn't want to recall the dark dishes made by Akai Shuichi when he first started studying cooking skills. Based on the principle of not being wasted, everyone ate the non-toxic ones as much as possible.

Fortunately, the other party's craftsmanship has improved a lot now, and the taste is not so subtle.

But having said that, he looked at Toru Amuro speechlessly with half-moon eyes, even for dark cooking, you have to compete with Mr. Akai!

The brows and eyes of the chestnut-haired boy curved happily.

"Celery cake? It sounds very interesting. If it's a new product to try, can I have one too?"

Conan and Lan Qiqi turned to look at him: "!!"

Toru Amuro was a little surprised, he quickly reacted and put on his signature smiling face: "Of course it's no problem."

After speaking, he turned around and took another celery cake.

The chestnut-haired boy smiled deeper, obviously looking forward to it sincerely. After thanking him, he couldn't wait to taste it with a small fork.

"Well, the taste is very good, I highly recommend it!"

Conan saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and thought that maybe he should trust Amuro Toru's cooking skills, took a deep breath silently, and he mustered up the courage to take a sip.

Petrification, chapping, dust and sand are blown away by the wind without leaving any traces.

Lan subconsciously moved to the side, trying to stay away, seeing Xiao Zi who was also watching the scene at the bar, with the same fear and sympathy in his eyes.

Amuro was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "It seems that the taste of the guests is quite special. I have other new products that you may like."

"It's an honor, please let me try it!"

The chestnut-haired boy was very happy, and handed out a business card to Toru Amuro: "I didn't expect to meet such dishes that suit my taste here, and I will come here often in the future."

His name is written on the business card, called Fuji Zhousuke, and he is a freelance photographer by profession.

Toru Amuro turned around and took a copy of Dafulai.

The same faint green color made Conan vigilant: "Mr. Amuro, isn't this also a blessing with celery?"

"How could it be?" Amuro revealed a hint of cunning in his eyes, "Each new product has a different taste, this one is Daifuku with coriander juice, and it's stuffed with red bean paste. Do you want to try it, Conan?"

Conan: "..."

No thanks, I don't want to say goodbye to this beautiful world yet.

Coriander Daifuku, who was kept at a respectful distance by Conan, was completely overwhelmed by Fuji Shusuke, and even Landu belatedly realized that the other party's taste might be really special.

Buer Zhouzhu ordered a celery cake and coriander Daifuku to take away.

Toru Amuro chatted casually while helping him pack, "Mr. Fuji seems to be very concerned about the flower shop opposite. He has visited it several times since he came in. Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing special, it's just that I recently heard that the store seems to be opened by a friend I haven't seen for a long time, and I wanted to come over to see if it was her."

Fuji Zhouzhu’s meal has long been finished, and he is leisurely eating cake and Dafu at the moment, he said and glanced at the opposite side: "I didn't expect that the business will just be closed today, what a pity."

Toru Amuro said, "I happen to know the manager of the flower shop across the street. What's the name of the friend you mentioned?"

Bu Er Zhou Zhu thought for a moment: "Her name is Huajian, Chunjing Huajian."

At this moment, Hanami, who was participating in team building at the coffee shop downstairs where members of Butei Yokohama often gather, sneezed.